What is Visiophilia?

Visiophilia is a word that blitzkreigged itself into existence in a giddy conversation passing by poster of a half-naked man curling his printed surface with the force of his sleek demeanor as we left the simulated color spectrum explosions in a grinding b.o.-infused nightclub downtown to discover a more profoundly sensual tribute to the absent rain, its aftermath forming a cacophonous visual confetti splashed with multidirectional shadows overlapping in the parking lot. A rainy alley does not intend the nightclub's painfully demystifying white light signaling closing time.

If time was the only phenomenological reality, a visiophiliac displays an abridged temporal figure. Visiophilia in its purest (unattainable) "form" would entail continually reborn perception. Experience becomes an ecstatic sensory bombardment, where sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste indulge in impulsive orgies. This sentence becomes a line of letters moving forward, ____ing Paul Klee's line: A dot (that went for a walk).

The line is a beleaguered trail of words throwing letter forms ahead of it in an attempt to smother the uncompromising cursor beat while they scramble desperately towards the only exit available to them: The articulation exhausted by its self-awareness as a set of automatically flailing gestures unable to diverge from its prescribed print. Prescribed print spits its intoxicants and leaves its indignant thoughts scattered in all of an instant.

Visiophilia is an unrelenting state of mind. It induces visual inebriation, delirium at the price of essential and simple pleasures. Visiophilia is hyperaware, but only marginally attentive. It becomes difficult to appreciate another's presence when you are absorbed by how their voice trampolines on their demeanor and crashes headfirst into the synchronously fluctuating array of colors outlined by variable association. The voice points toward the impossibility and absurdity in instantaneously recycling consciousness. Images and words metamorph into ritualistic offerings, momentary respites from accustomed perception to suggest a constancy effect (our eyes' ability to normalize the color world through categoric identification). This perspective may provide an alternative to the societal spectacle and replaces it with a self-concieved spectacle.

You might have realized by now that I have created for myself the conceptual equivalent of a Staten Island Dump for refused thoughts and discarded words. In any blog (including my own), you are simply dumpster diving: Surfing through obsolete scud missile shells shed off weapons of mass distraction, gaining vicarious compost gratification out of a text-based, essentially simulated medium. You already understand this the way a understands the Surgeon General's Warnings.

In your foray, you may find an inspiring set of rusty words to transform, recombine and weld together. I offer my digital space as a "gallery" for viewer responses and visual interpretations.